Blackfoot Forest Thrift Shop

Although she wouldn't admit it - a lady had standards you know - Em's feelings of uselessness had gnawed at the back of her thoughts the past few days. She'd gone out the prior day and attempted to flush out a partridge from the cliffs in the mountains that bordered the western half of the pack territory...but it had ended in failure. And today she'd gone out once more to the mountains and tried her hand at blitzing a hawk.
 
Again. Failure.
 
Emily's nape bristled with frustration as she stomped her way back into the border that now smelt of the intermingling scents of his brother and his wife. She smiled to herself at the thought of his happiness but felt the weight of her own relationship failure on her shoulders at the same time. It was tiresome...this love thing.
 
She didn't think she'd be willing to try it again.